Missing Driving

When I was little looking out the window of the car, the world was exciting.

I can't see the road, beacuse I am too small. I love driving west during dusk, not knowing west but knowing that the direction of Grandma's for dinner meant beauty. I see the tallest trees, and the hills dip and loop on the rim of the window sill. Truck drivers are friends and spotting water towers is a competition.

I was never able to sleep in the car.

I'd imagine myself out there as the beats and frames shot through my mind, melting into everything.